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3.0k · Nov 2011
Bungee Jumping
Stomach squeezing
Pulse rate soaring
Free falling through my belly.

My heart, it flips
Ans somersaults.
Legs turn to plates of jelly.

My mind is reeling,
Tummy is tickling,
Reacting over nothing.

Brain is swimming,
Eyes are shining,
I'm coming down with something!

Head is spinning,
Cheeks are blushing,
Blood is pump-pump-pumping.

All this and more
'Cause when I see you
My heart starts bungee jumping!
a note: Written at 2am one morning when I was 14. This poem got me shortlisted in the 'Wicked Young Writers Award' and invited to an awards ceremony in London!
2.0k · Nov 2011
The Final Journey
Death drove up to me
In his shiny black car.
It was smooth, it was sleek
It was a Jaguar.

He opened the door
And waved at the chair,
Yet all I could do
Was stand there and stare.

He spoke to me in a voice
Seductive and calm,
"Come my dear,
Let me take you by the arm."

"You've had a good life
As you well know,
I see everyone's lives
Played back like a show."

"Some that are sad
And I weep and weep.
Others that are interesting -
Those I like to keep."

"Yours made me laugh,
Yours made me smile.
Though laughing and smiling
Is not my style."

I looked at him.
He stared at me.
I gazed over his shoulder
At the sighing sea.

I got in the car
And we drove into the sun.
My old life had ended,
My new just begun.
a note: I wrote this aged 12 when myself and my family were going through a difficult time. I dedicate this poem to my inspirational Granny Penketh.

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